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Red dresses and youth’s dead echo I got used to fingerprints on photographs Notes between the paragraphs Trapped in stone like a cavalier’s bright feather Grey and faded by the weather Promises and dead plans Put the future in your hands And ask you all the wrong questions Point you in the wrong direction I only needed you to see these distractions These smoky chain reactions We have considerable nothing to show for these narrowing hours This undevotion We are diminishing Oh unrivaled genius you’ve broken everything else left between us Maybe next time probably never I’ll know my lines a little better More than just the curtain call I’ll know the words under her breath I could invent the awful rest I wouldn’t let her I swear I wouldn’t From Letras Mania